The Feed
Feeding body, mind, and spirit is of paramount importance, taking precedence over all else—nurturing the homeostatic superposition of free-range neo-clan avatars.
When asked how many times around the sun, the answer often surprises the inquisitor, leaving them stupified and stunned—six decades plus more—pick yourself up off the floor ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ
The predominant theme of this homeostatic scene is a holistic balance and a well-planned diet, starting with Maggie’s Magical Garden, crafted with her own mentated agrarian theme.
The brief summer harvest was bountiful with fresh vegetables and greens, along with the ever-present, massive patch of zucchini—brought to you by Maggie May and her suburban garden in a classic metabolic evolutionary scene.
Alongside the tutelar deity with his love of pork and pork-lard gravy—a perfect dish to fulfill the wish to satiate the insatiable hunger of Seity and her free-range avatars.
The pathway to creating incrementally brighter days begins with understanding the importance of the second brain—the quest to love the gut microbiota—this is part of the game.
Fermentation exists in the superposition as an adversary and long-lost friend—you see, the taste buds have been awakened—the cuisine of Japan holds the keys to vitality in the quest for the mentated sensation of longevity.
One champion stands alone with profound reverence for the sacred micro-biozone—the inimitable breakfast superfood—the holy fermented grail, the star of the show—natto.
Alas, for the uninitiated palate, this miracle food represents a double-edged sword, demanding courage and mental fortitude to venture through natto's slimy, pungent door.
The power within this common breakfast dish causes an upheaval for the taste buds, raising the hackles of Western culinary sensibilities, as the beloved natto boasts extraordinary properties.
With a slug-like, slimy texture and aroma of aged blue cheese—when in need of a daily turbo boost to embrace the day—consume natto alongside its trusty sidekick, Bacillus subtilis.
Truly, food is but one protocol on the journey toward wholeness and becoming ΩNE, a rise to edify one and all—it is imperative to include all four corners of the inner-human experience—physical, emotional, mental, and spiritual—the belles of the homeostatic ball.
Choosing emotional intelligence leads one to the heart of serenity.
Beware of the path of ennui, starting with delusional opinion and unsolicited advice from those who attempt to enslave you emotionally—leading to mentated prison walls of a self-determined dystopian destiny—avoid the doom scroll like the plague, for this is the mark of those with no destination, nor a manifested material destiny.
A never-ending cadre of armchair theorists and stupified trolls lurks within perverted nooks and crannies of lost souls—parasites and charlatans embedded in the standard protocol of the foreboding doom scroll.
Choose wisely what you perceive as destiny—the flow of ΩNE and the accompanying internal ecstasy—seeing through distorted reality fields of the addictive, external dopamine feel.
In the end, it all comes down to your personal relationship with Seity—being more than one thought life could ever be—in essence, Number None.
Never forget, for there is no regret, to internalize this brain reframe—there is but ΩNE stream, flowing to serenity.
row row row your boat
gently down the stream
merrily merrily merrily merrily
life is but a dream.
